Sunday 18th August 2019, 12 noon (day 2,915)
An empty stage, with a performance presumably to take place shortly — whether the gathered audience are in the mood for it or not on a Sunday lunchtime.
No particular reason for depicting this pub — I didn’t patronise it — but I do like the arrangement of the tableau and the way the red door sets off the monochrome. Presumably the mobility scooter belongs to one of the two guys on the right. Although maybe they both claim it and are about to fight over it.
R. I. P. Marjorie Willetts, Clare’s grandmother, who died two weeks ago aged 93 and who was buried today in Morecambe.
Difficult to know how, or even whether, to represent such an event on here but this picture largely sums it up for me. There is a splash of colour but otherwise the day was rather grey and sombre.
(For the last picture of Clare and her Gran, see here…)
I’ve always been prepared to state that the Belgians do the world’s finest beer. And it’s very nice to finally come to their country and test this out for real. Has my mind changed? Not in the least.
The post title has a double meaning. ‘Back in time’ because Palmerston Park in Dumfries is a very old-school football ground, particularly at this, the Terregles Street end. The brickwork! The pylons! I doubt this scene would have looked a great deal different in the 1950s.
‘Back in time’ also because the weather is like February here…. no, come to think of it, February was nicer than this at times. This photo is taken in conditions of around 14ºC and teeming rain. The thought that over the last week, the UK might have experienced its hottest ever day, was laughable at this point.
This somewhat alarming example of the taxidermist’s ‘art’ was on display at the flea market in Hebden Bridge this afternoon. So many questions are begged I am not sure I know where to start. The rather evil-looking rodent descending from top left raises its own issues, too.
Sighthill is a part of Edinburgh that I doubt most tourists ever see, and I wouldn’t have, had I not come here for work today. About that, the less said the better, but the view to a distant Arthur’s Seat establishes my location for sure. And yes, it was nice that she looked around at just the right moment.
Back to work, back to Manchester. Walking home through the city under threatening clouds, strongly suspecting that at any time I was going to get drenched.Here, on Whitworth Street, the rain had begun to fall. But the storm was lenient; just this one shower, then it passed on, to go drench some other part of the world.
I had declared an unofficial moratorium on pictures of building sites in Manchester but I don’t mind this one. What it does not show is the huge scale of the Manchester Engineering Campus Development (MECD: eventually to be renamed after some corporate donor or other I’m sure). Since being depicted rising from the ground back in January 2018 it has taken on vast scale, like a modern cathedral. No wonder my employer is worried about its cash reserves.